Share
Chapter 113
Related chapters
Pack Chapter 114
Marc couldn't have said what led him to the farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. He'd never seen the place before, and yet something had compelled him to come here. As he stared at the sagging porch, the peeling wooden boards paneling the exterior of the house, and the curled shingles on the roof, he couldn't help a sense of dj vu. Why does this place seem so familiar? Why did he feel drawn to it? Actually he knew why. Signs of their presence and smell was everywhere. Rogues used to live here, but he doubted any did anymore. Not living ones at any rate, or so his wolf assured him. He'd yet to change back to his man form. Why would he? No clothes. No wallet. No reason. Best to stay as an animal for now. Maybe if he got lucky, a hunter would shoot him. Although, he doubted it would happen here. Death had already visited and taken its due. A few bodies littered the property, some of the mangled corpses partially hidden in the tall grass heavily speckled with weeds
Pack Chapter 115
During his escape from the castle, where his council of peers tried to murder him, Thaddeus had to kill two thralls and one vampire, whose head he lobbed from a window, and maimed two vampires-the arm he tore off would eventually grow back, but not the earlobe he bit and swallowed. Did he fight dirty? Damned straight. One didn't live to a ripe old age by showing courtesy to the enemy. If you're going to attack me, you'd better come prepared. A lesson they'd never learned, and so they failed. Losers. As coups went, Morpheus didn't plan very well, and he'd underestimated Thaddeus's strength. Did this mean it was over? That Thaddeus was scot-free? Of course not. Morpheus would try again, of that Thaddeus was certain, which meant returning to his home was a bad idea. A shame, Thaddeus had grown quite fond of the penthouse condo he'd bought in the city. Perhaps once he'd prevailed over his enemies, he'd return. Or buy a new one. When one was immortal, it was always best to
Pack Chapter 116
The newly born wolf ran. And ran. And ran some more her first night of freedom. The fresh air, crisp and clean, burned her lungs as she exerted herself, but it burned in a good way. A free way. It felt so good to have escaped. To bathe in the light of the moon. To lap at the cold water of the stream and chase down the squirrel for sport and much-needed food. As to the annoying buzz in her head that pounded and cried, the wolf ignored her. The weak one wasn't in charge anymore. She was. And she had no intention of relinquishing control anytime soon. She wouldn't be imprisoned again. It wasn't until the dawn that she slowed her mad dash, her limbs finally tiring. A rocky outcropping provided an alcove for shelter where none could sneak up on her. She curled into a ball, muzzle tucked onto her forelegs, and closed her eyes, trusting in her hearing and senses to alert her if danger approached. How long she slept she couldn't gauge, but it wasn't enough to feel
Pack Chapter 117
Marc's wolf shape didn't allow him to sigh, but he let one loose in his mind. When he'd first tracked down the female he'd freed, she'd reacted with distrust. He couldn't blame her. Having seen the state of the house, knowing what Roderick was capable of, he could only imagine her incarceration at the vampire's hands had proved less than pleasant. When he came across her, huddled under a rock outcropping, her lip peeled back in a snarl, it occurred to him for a moment to shift into his human shape and try reasoning with her. Not a great idea, especially if it set her off and she decided to attack him in his more vulnerable form. With manbits to protect, he stuck to his wolf and settled down to wait. And wait. The female seemed determined to outlast him. He fought not to twitch or grumble or drool because she emitted the most pleasing scent. He wondered if he'd have to give in and perhaps come back later after he sated some pressing needs, but his waiting finally paid off. H
Pack Chapter 118
Antonia's cheeks burned bright. Talk about a fucked-up day. Life. Or was it a dream/nightmare? Given recent events, she really had to wonder about her grip on reality. She'd gone from being a vampire's torture toy, to thinking she would die of starvation as a prisoner, to becoming some savage wolf, to hugging a naked stranger and blowing her nose in the bushes. What happened to going to work as a dental assistant, enjoying a beer after work, and watching Sleepy Hollow? How long ago that normal life seemed. How she missed her comfortable apartment with its second-hand furniture and her fuzzy slippers. She especially wished for her flannel pajamas given how chilly it had gotten, now that night had fallen and she only woreÉnothing. "Fuck!" she couldn't help but exclaim when her nude state finally sank in. And lucky her, she wasn't just naked. She had an audience, a man just as naked as her, whom she'd hugged. Naked. Her mother would have fainted and then had her do
Pack Chapter 119
Thaddeus returned to the place where Roderick had met his demise. He didn't have any problem finding it, especially given he'd volunteered to gather the remains when the death was confirmed, remains he'd managed to steal and bring with him when Morpheus betrayed him. Morpheus probably had a hissy fit when he discovered the box in his possession was a decoy, filled with the useless ash of a campfire. As if Thaddeus would give the real, precious ash to that idiot. He wasn't stupid. Thaddeus knew his enemies would use it against him. Paranoia ever was his best friend. After his unproductive phone call with the alpha leader, Thaddeus wasn't sure why he'd decided to revisit the parking lot. Despite his claim to Nathan he'd find the missing rogues, it wasn't as if Thaddeus expected to spot any of them milling around waiting for a collar, nor did he intend to put his nose to the ground in hot pursuit. However, where Roderick went to his final destination-probably an express elevat
Pack Chapter 120
As if a spectral presence, Marc watched from above, a floating, bodiless entity as a dark-haired man snorted from a box that seemed familiar. Probably because I saw some vamp dude sweeping Roderick's ashes into it. With a detached interest, he noted the man's reaction, the way he fell to his knees and struggled to compose himself, as if fighting an inner battle. Probably allergies given the snort of dust. Or was it something else? A part of Marc understood he dreamed, yet it didn't detract from the realness of the moment nor the sense of connection he felt toward the vampire who stood and surveyed the area around him, in full control of himself once again and appearing predatory with a glint of red shining in his eyes. The male stripped himself of unneeded items and locked the box in his car before loping off into the woods in search of prey. Marc's wolf grew agitated. The hunter is on his way. Evil comes. Danger hunts us. Run. Run now! Marc bolted upright
Pack Chapter 121
The sound of a skirmish wouldn't have usually drawn his attention, not when he hunted other prey. However, Thaddeus noted that at least one of his targets coincided with the noise. He hurried to intercept. He came across an odd tableaux. To one side stood a lovely Latina, utterly nude, eyes vacant, hair an unbound mess and her easily read mind utterly horrified at having so readily succumbed to a vampire. Across from her, a vampire, a young one by Thaddeus's reckoning, held a wolf by the scruff of his human neck. Feet dangled. Cheeks turned purple. Eyes bulged. The male was in dire need of assistance before he asphyxiated. Not being the altruistic kind, Thaddeus could have easily grabbed the girl and ignored the others but for a few facts. One, he didn't recognize the vampire. And two, something about the wolf niggled at his mind or, more accurately, niggled the hazy memories he'd acquired from Roderick's ashes. Bloody hell. He'd have to play the part of rescuer. How
Latest chapter
